Even before the thumb smashing, I had run into trouble with the sampler. I had goofed up the counting on the top row and had to pull it all out. I didn't think it would be an issue because I had bought another kit just in case I ran into trouble.
The problem was that the used kit I had bought was missing the light gold I needed also.
Contacting this company (Sunset) for color information has been impossible and they use a code for colors instead of just coming out and saying which brand they use. I picked up every possibility from several craft stores and so far nothing is making me happy. I need a sunny day and some quiet time to sort this out so it's going in time out until after the holidays.
Pup was not liking all that crawling about on the roof he was doing to get the lights up and neither did I. I didn't need another trip to the ER.
We got the new Ikea "kitty" tree up. All the ornaments are shatter proof. It's taken one hit already and survived so I think it's a keeper.
For some reason I can't explain, I decided to put tinsel on it. It's pretty but now I have tinsel all over the house.
Since I am hosting Christmas Eve this year, I also put up my little vintage pom pom aluminum tree which has all my precious glass ornaments on it. So far, so good. I tied it to the railing so it won't go completely over but I'm sure some naughty kitty is going to figure out how to get an ornament off sooner or later.
A few days before the thumb incident, I was putting it to good use. Just look at it using those scissors....sigh.
I was never so happy to see the back end of a project. These blue and yellow dishtowels almost did me in.
Now that they are history, I like them. I really like them.
They were a bit beyond my skill level but I went the distance and I'm glad. They could have gone in the trash several times but I stuck it out and learned a lot from the whole disaster of a project.
I had already begin winding the holiday warp a few weeks ago but I ran out of the green cotton. Of course.
While I was waiting for a yarn delivery, I warped a small sample of some cotton I found packed away from ages ago.
I thought I had a single towel's worth warped but it's more like a napkin's worth. Oh, well....
I have plenty of this cotton and the pattern is pretty so one day I can start all over and make a set of towels to match my napkin-when I have a working thumb again. I never realized thumbs were so damned important.
We've got a slew of December birthdays in the family. Mine was yesterday, Son's is today. His dear wife's is the 19th and Grandson's is on the 21st. Yikes. That's a lot of candles between us.
Last Christmas I put together an album of all the holiday pictures. I have all the December holidays and birthdays now in one place.
That includes my precious collection of Santa photographs. That's today's birthday boy showing Santa how to lay his finger aside of his nose. Ahem...
Santa pix were a big deal back in the day.
The lines were long but the wait was worth it.
Here is birthday boy and the soon-to-be two year old birthday boy last Christmas. I'm still waiting for an official Santa pix of Grandson for my collection but until then this one will more than do. There's no better Santa than Daddy, is there?
My goal was to have my Jingle socks finished by my birthday and it was mission accomplished. Last Thursday when I still had a working thumb, I finished one sitting out in front of a Dunkin Donuts during our first snowy day.
This is what snow looks like around here. It was coming down white but melting upon landing. I'll take what I can get in December.
The second one was finished at an IHOP where Daddio was putting away his favorite 2x2x2 breakfast with a side of hash browns and I was nursing a pot of tea after a round of doctor visits. When my thumb is able, I'll weave in the ends and have them on my feet on Christmas Eve-baring anymore catastrophes.
Here I am in the ER once again but this time not with Daddio.
At 8am Saturday morning on the way to work at the ice rink, my right hand didn't play nice with the car door. My poor thumb caught the worst of it. I'll spare you the gory details but by 4 that afternoon the pain and swelling was so intense, I left my friend's birthday party and drove myself straight to the hospital.
I pretty much knew what was coming. To relieve the swelling I had to have holes drilled into my thumbnail and then have the congealed blood expressed. Ohhhh....it was a long night. Mercifully, there was no fracture so I will only be out of commission for a few days in this contraption but a few days is too many for my Advent KAL. Even so, I doubt I'll be able to handle the fine needles and yarn for a while. Sigh... Oh well, it could have been worse. I just wish I'd gotten those Christmas cards written sooner.
I'm a slow starter when it comes to getting out the holiday stuff but you know it's starting to happen when the twinkle light comes out. It's not Christmas without it. I spent my youth staring at it while praying for a snow day. When I was a young, single mom, I stared at it while worrying about how I was going to pay for all those toys I had on layaway. Now I spend my senior years staring at it while trying to reconcile the things I have lost along the way with the things that I am still blessed with.
If funny Mr. Santa isn't up on the refrigerator keeping an eye on things something's wrong. He's one of the first things I dig out of storage. I can't wait for Grandson to be old enough to make me stuff like this.
You know the spirit has moved me when you see the Santa puzzle emerge. Pre-kitties, we always had it on the coffee table ready in the event of a spare minute to add a piece or two. It's still there but now it's always covered up to protect it from naughty critters. We already have one piece missing. I keep telling myself to get on ebay and find myself another one just in case the worst happens. You know, someone has a birthday right before Christmas every year and it would be nice if one day, someone's kids would find her another one as a big surprise. Just sayin'....